I've received my FIRST PHYSICAL REJECTION LETTER! That's right my dear readers, I've received a physical embodiment of disappointment, shame, embarrassment, bitterness, and other various emotional and mental states that may result in many wonderful things (like suicide, shooting sprees, and excessive eating, and joining a cult). Event magazine was kind enough to send me back my pre-stamped envelope with my manuscript and a little slip of orange paper that claimed "that they would not print my story at this time". All in all, it seemed rather generic, but exciting non-the-less. I see this as being only the beginning of polishing a pile of crap into a nugget of gold (or just polishing a pile of crap into a pile of shiny, fancy crap that you might find at a fancy party hosted by some people with strange fetishes).
I think that should do for now.
See you folks later!
